A previously unseen story unearthed during archiving.

In dan’s own words – I’ve never quite been sold on the good old tradition of the seaside donkey ride.  I mean, what about the poor long suffering beasts?  So when I was asked to visit Weston-Super-Mare to take pictures in celebration of this supposed funfest, I just couldn’t do it.  And looking at the pictures now, I think the riders agreed – they all kind of look like they’re experiencing a case of pre-pubescent existential angst.  What’s it all about?  Why am I here?  Is this all there is?  Can I have another Cornetto?  This mood of ennui seems to run through the whole set.  I think that’s what makes them good, at least to cumudgeonly me anyway.